Tell me who doesn't love
What can [bad word] back
You can never forget how it used to feel
The illusion is deep
Its as deep as the night
I can tell by your tears you remember it all

I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop

How it feels to be dry
Walking bare in the sun
Every mirage I see is a mirage of you
As I cool in the twilight
Taste the salt on my skin
I recall all the tears
All the broken words

I am paralysed by the blood of Christ
Though it clouds my eyes
I can never stop

When the sunsets glow drifts away from you
You'll no longer know
If any of this was really [bad word] at all